I shake often unlike firm tree,
There never is such as getting accustomed,
Unquenched thirst by unknown calls is terrible,
Itch to the core of life is so sharp as prick by needle,
Burden to eyes to keep reputation normal is high,
River flow of blood rushes rapid in such time,
As hermit I sit comimg to terms without an antidote.
Human realm needs great and strong master of mind, self.
I was on pursuit of finding one yet fallen time and again.
Yet if sun shines human moves on in transiency.
I wait and passing moments cure but with price.
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